Just A Mention Of The Seasons
By Anonymous
Spring
Is this a time to be gloomy and sad,
When our mother Nature laughs around,
When even the deep blue heavens look glad,
And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground?
The clouds are at play in the azure space,
And their shadows at play on the bright green vale;
And here they stretch to the frolic chase,
And there they roll on the easy gale.
And look at the broad-faced sun, how he smiles
On the dewy earth that smiles on his ray,
On the leaping waters and gay young isles;
Aye, look, and he’ll smile thy gloom away.
Summer
When summer comes in radiant dress,
And sunshine floods the land,
And blossoms, buds, and butterflies
Are seen on every hand,
It’s quite beyond disputing
That, far more than the rest –
The winter, spring, and autumn –
I love sweet summer best.
Autumn
There’s music in the air,
Soft as the bee’s low hum;
There’s music in the air,
When the autumn days are come.
Fairies sweet, your songs we hear;
At times you’re sad, then full of cheer.
Come out! come out! we know you’re near,
By the music in the air.
Winter
Old Winter comes forth in his robe of white;
He sends the sweet flowers far out of sight;
He robs the trees of their green leaves bright;
He freezes the pond and river.
We like the spring with its fine fresh air;
We like the summer with flowers so fair;
We like the fruits we in autumn share;
And we like, too, old Winter’s greeting.
